More then summer love?

Chapter One

I was walking slowly, to the rhythm of the unmistakable song. Everywhere you looked it was one of three colors: white, red, or black. It was absolutely stunning. The trees glistened in the sun, the piano played softly, the people were happy. I couldn't have asked for a better wedding.

I smiled as I locked eyes with him. The love of my life. Harry Styles. He stood there by the Priest, his curly hair perfectly in place, with his heart-stopping, dimpled grin. I'm certain my heart skipped a beat. And I'm certain it skipped another when I remembered it was me, the ordinary, average Alexus Grace, he was waiting for at the end of the aisle.

I was smiling ear to ear, thought I was nervous. I could feel everyone's eyes on me as I climbed the two steps to stand before Harry. I swallowed, taking his hand for a second. He gave it a reassuring squeeze and dropped it again, allowing me to stand in front of him. I looked into his stunning green orbs, and his genuine smile, and it helped my nervousness a bit.

The Priest started, and it was like he was in another world. He sounded far off, like a faint whisper. Thought one part was clear as day: "And do you, Harry Edward Styles, take Alexus Kelly Grace to be you lawfully wedded wife?" The Priest asked a sweet, caring smile on his face, he truly loved to see people happy.

"I do." Harry stated in his amazing accent. He sounded so confident, and happy, and it almost made me cry. Tears of joy of course.

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BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP!

"Ahh!" I screamed sitting bolt upright. What the - wait? That wasn't real? I wasn't marring Harry Styles? It was a dream?

The disappointment was almost too much. I slapped my alarm clock off. It felt so real. I slumped in my bed, covering my face with my hands. That's when I realized my face was wet. Hm, well I guess the tears we're real. I quickly whipped away the tears.

I sighed. Stupid Harry Styles, invading my dreams with his incredible looks and charming accent. Why did it have to be a dream? Why couldn't I just know him for real? I sighed again. I was one of millions, I was the most average person there was. I have nothing special about me, why would Harry Styles notice me?

I rolled out of bed to get ready for school. Ahh school, man do I loath that place. But none the less I had to go, plus I was eager to see my friends.

I walked into my bathroom, turned the shower on to heat up and got undressed. I stepped into the hot water and smiled. I used to hate taking showers in the morning when I was little, but now I adored them. The steamy shower was so relaxing, I could stay in there all day long. I worked my berry scented shampoo into my hair, massaging my scalp. I let it rinse out and put my matching berry conditioner in after. Once my hair was done I ran a bar of Dove soap over my body, rinsed off, and stepped out of the shower.

I took a fluffy orange towel from the bathroom closet and wrapped it around my soaking hair, then grabbed another towel to drape around my body.

I walking into my room and went straight for my phone taking it into the walk in closet where I'd be getting dressed. I had two new text messages, one from my mom and one from Harley.

I opened the one from my mom as I got a matching set of lacy bra and undies from Victoria Secret out. The message read: Hey hon, have a good day at school. Tell your sister I love her, I love you too. AND DON'T FORGET TO LET THE DOGS OUT BEFORE YOU LEAVE FOR SCHOOL!

Typical mom, ranting at me about something like I'm guilty of something, but I have always let the dogs out before school. I just sent a quick OK in reply. I set my phone down and got dressed, the damn thing was so distracting. I put my underwear on, along with a pair of dark red skinny jeans and a graphic tee of one of my all time favorite bands: Guns N Roses. Yes, Guns N Roses, not One Direction. Sure I loved 1D, but I have loved Guns N Roses for FOREVER.